extrem incest

I remember my mom’s friend Beth used to come over twice a week and give mom a massage. After that mom would give her a massage. They both undressed for the massage, but covered their buttocks with a towel. I used to come and go as I pleased and they seemed to think nothing of an eleven year old seeing them partially nude. Some days I would sit and watch as they massaged each other from head to feet. When I was twelve, I used to watch more frequently. I was becoming much more curious about their bodies and every once in a while, I would catch a glimpse of mom’s nipples as she shifted positions. I remember one day that Beth got a little careless and I saw her full black bush as she got up to dress. She quickly covered with a robe.
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CHAPTER 3 (continued)

“LINDA! NO! I-I want to be a good daughter and have his love, but…”

“Nicky! Can’t you understand? Now you’ve found the way to his heart… to his love and approval! You have been telling me you needed his love and approval above all else for long years! You cried many times when you thought you had failed him… You never wanted to let him down!”

“Yes, I don’t want to fail him, but, this is going too far!”

“No. Now you know what he truly needs. He longs for a young tight body… like yours!
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I was excited. We had just won our first away game. I was a freshman
on the junior varsity lacrosse team, and though I didn’t get to play
very much, it didn’t matter. Our spirits were high.

After the game was over, I had changed from my lacrosse gear into my
favorite shorts. In my preparations for the game, I forgot to bring an
extra change of boxers, so I wore the shorts without underwear. It was
hard for me not to get aroused by the feeling of my cock rubbing
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Fucking my Sister (A true story)

This is a true story about my sexual experiences growing up with my sister.

My sister and I have been very close for as long as I can remember, and as
kids we had a very “special” relationship. She is 9 years older than me and
used to baby sit for me when my parents went out. My earliest memories are
when she would put me in the sink and wash me. I can remember her drying me
off and how she used to be so fascinated with my little penis (or short horn
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I remember the day my mother told me she was going to have a baby. I just had turned 15. My mother was 35, kinda late in life to be having babies in my mind. And, she didn’t know who the father was. You see, dear old Mom, was a lush.

But, when Caroline was born, I fell in love. She was the light of my life. She had the prettiest green eyes I had ever seen in my life. They always lit up when I was near her, or held her. And, with our Mom being a (how do I put this) drunk whore, I took care of Caroline every minute I was home.
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I was fourteen, almost. I was sulking, almost. I was bored, almost. I was on my way to my uncle’s, on my mother’s side, with my mother.

I was turning fourteen in less than a month.

I was almost sulking because I would rather have stayed home and played with my friends than go to a boring family get-together with loads of adults and no girls my age. Yes, I had just started to get interested in the opposite sex. Not that I had experienced anything yet, not even a French kiss. I had touched a girl’s breasts once but that was by accident while playing, and there had been nothing romantic or sexy about it, but it had left me with a fantasy in the darkness of my bedroom, and the wetness in a tissue proved it working. Why I was almost sulking was that I couldn’t really sulk with my mom around. She was easy to be around, and she always made me laugh after a while.
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It was mid-September. It was dark and a chilly autumn wind swept the land and made me shiver and draw my jacket tighter around me. I was on my way to Fredrick, Fred, to get tomorrow’s homework. My mother and I had been to see my grand-mother at her sickbed or rather deathbed. She was in the latter stage of cancer and only had a couple of days or weeks left of her life when she suddenly called mother. I didn’t even know that she was alive when mom told me that she wanted to see me. I couldn’t see that my mother had gotten her looks from her but mom assured me that my grand-mother indeed was her mother.
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I was getting ready to head for work one night, while my neice was arguing with my daughter, my wife had asked me to take my neice along with me for the night, as this would cease the arguing between them. So I got myself together, put on my uniform, grabbed a blanket and a couple of pillows, as the nights were getting colder, and we set off for my assignment for the evening.

My niece was silent during the ride to my assignment, and it was quite cold, even with the heater on, she continued to shiver. Once we arrived, she was shocked to notice that this assignment was watching a newly built house, it wasn’t furnished yet, but it was quite warm with the help of an oversized BTU heater.
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It was only ten in the morning but my younger sister and I were all alone in the house and would be until our parents came home from work; it was the summer break.

“Oh my God,” Stella moaned. “I just love your hands.”

We were both naked on my bed, she was sitting between my spread thighs and I was reaching around her and kneading her fine tits.

“You have such nice tits,” I said leaning forward and kissing the side of her neck.

Stella had blossomed over the last year from a scrawny thirteen year old to a nicely rounded fourteen. She leaned back against me and pushed her size ‘C’ out even more.
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BONNIE GOES CAMPING

Every year, my family goes on a camping trip to the lake. Usually it includes my mom, dad, his brother and my brother. We go to a cool place way back in the woods where it’s so quiet and peaceful.

I didn’t want to go this year. Just turning 14, I was really starting to rebel against my parents. I also wanted to stay home so I could go out with my boyfriend. Dad said we were family and that I was going.

My uncle had just gotten married and divorced again. I think he’s done that a million times now. He and his new ex-brother-in-law were both into the same things and were friends after the divorce. He came with us on this trip. My Uncle Alan is about 35 and his brother-in-law, Kevin, is 36 I think.
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